Boy am I ever guilty of this! My memories, the things I can’t change, can’t do a thing about short of accept and file, loom like giants in my day to day. They overshadow my every waking hour, getting there fingers into my decision making . And, like a spoiled child, taking away my fun. Oh how much better life would be if I could figure out how to discipline my memories and put them where they belong. To have a future, to dream would be amazing! Energizing! Just plain fun.

Powerful words, I know. But think about it. A lot of the aspects of being a victim is a state of mind. If you don’t permit that state of mind, you’re not the victim. The exact same thing can happen to an up beat person and a depressed person. The up beat, positive person will let it roll off and keep on going. The depressed person will add it to their victim baggage and get bogged down more.